The withered leaves collect at my feet and the wind begins to moan. Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can dream of the old days, life was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3668 | 2023-03-23 19:52:23 | 92.97 | 100% |
| 3306 | 2021-05-30 11:51:22 | 84.22 | 97% |
| 2207 | 2021-03-22 10:16:05 | 81.11 | 98% |